Well, here it is. Sorry it took so long. My poor Beta was just overloaded so I said she should take her time. SciFiNutTX has her own stories to write to ya know. I owe her a big thanks as well as laceym for attempting to keep me sane. I won't be updating this as fast as I usually do because my husband decided I needed a real job. I hope to update at least every 3 days. Reviews are always welcomed and loved.

Chapter 1

It was another quiet day at the Sunset Motel on a lazy September day. A fall chill had settled on the small Arkansas town of Marshall. Outside room twenty-eight sat an older model black Chevy truck with Kansas plates. Sitting in a chair next to the door of that room was a young girl, about twenty-four years old. She had dark blonde shoulder length hair, save for the two inches at the end that was a deep red, and hazel eyes. She stood about five foot eleven inches tall and had a very athletic build. She was wearing a black suede leather jacket, blue jeans with some rather large holes in the knees, a white tank top, a dark red button up shirt that she left open, and black steel toed boots.

The girl had her knees pulled up to her chest so her feet were on the edge of the chair and a laptop balanced on top of her knees. She wasn't typing, but what ever was happening on that screen had her full attention. Or at least, the person walking up to her left side thought the computer had her full attention. The girl suddenly closed the laptop and leaned over to her right to put it back in the bag that was sitting next to her chair. When the man got close enough, he reached out his hand to touch her shoulder. Before he could make actual contact with her, she sat upright and spun in the chair to face him. She had a knife in her hand and was pointing it toward the man's mid section.

"God damnit, John." Katie snapped as reached back down to her bag and stuffed the knife back into it, "How many times have I told you not to do that?"

John Winchester merely smiled at his daughter and held out one of the cups of coffee he carried. Katie took the cup from her father and then socked him in the stomach. John let out a gasp and then walked into the room.

"You know," Katie called into the room, "one of these days you're gonna get yourself killed doing that."

"Only if you stop looking for a face before you stab someone." John called back to her, "Besides, I think you're slipping a bit Katie girl cause I got a lot closer to you that time."

"Only because I let you. Now hurry up and take your damn shower. We can't stay here much longer."

John shrugged as Katie closed the door and then walked into the bathroom. He knew Katie was right. The demons had been chasing them relentlessly for months now, ever since Chicago. They had managed to cut down John's lead on them to a few hours and were getting closer. If it hadn't been for Katie, they probably would've had him long before the incident with the daevas.

In the peace and quiet of the shower, he let his thoughts wander to his sons. Sam and Dean had also been in Chicago. The demon responsible for his beloved Mary's death, as well as the death of Sam's girlfriend, had tried to use his sons as bait to kill him. It had nearly succeeded in killing them all. The quick thinking of his youngest had saved them.

As he got out of the shower, he went back over the exchange that had occurred between his family after they had gotten out of the building. He hadn't thought about it then, but before Dean had told him he couldn't go with them, the boy had looked over to his sister and she nodded to him. It was almost as if she was encouraging him to send his own father away, but he couldn't be sure. Dean and Katie always seemed to have their own language. A simple nod, or shake of the head, or even the briefest touch between them could carry a whole conversation and everyone else around them would have no idea what was gonna happen next until they did it.

The most important part of that conversation was what Dean had said to his sister. Dean had practically ordered his sister to stay with their father. Doing so had caused a bit of a problem, for John. He had been trying to figure out a way to ditch the girl for months, now he had no chance of that. Katie would stay on John's heels until Dean told her otherwise. Sometimes John wished the girl would follow his orders the way she did her brother's.

As he dressed and packed up what little he had brought into the room, he thought back to his daughter. The last few months had brought about a change in her. She seemed to be harder somehow. She had started to carry more weapons on her. When he had asked her about it, she told him "Better safe than sorry."

He was starting to worry that the constant threat of demon attacks were taking their toll on her, until the silent spells had started again. It was then that he realized the knowledge she carried about her younger brother was the cause. Not because she was afraid for Sam, but because she was afraid for Dean. If what they had learned was true, just being in the same room with Sam could prove to be more dangerous than standing face to face with three demons and no weapons of any kind.

The problem was that unlike the others they had found, Sam had not developed any psychic abilities; that he knew of. It was entirely possible that if he had, his sons were keeping that knowledge to themselves. It was even more likely that Dean had told Katie the second he found out about it and his daughter had issued a gag order. Protecting Dean was that girl's first priority and to her that meant sometimes she had to watch out for John and Sam. In this case, it meant protecting Sam from their father.

John had told her that if they couldn't find a way to save him, then one of them would have to kill Sam. Katie had made John swear then and there to never say anything to Dean and let her handle it. She was convinced that kind of knowledge would likely destroy Dean. John had reluctantly agreed. She knew Dean better than anyone, so he trusted her when it came to anything involving his oldest son.

John had finished his packing and was about to open the motel room door when he heard a loud thunk, like something hitting the side of his truck. He quickly opened the door to see his daughter lying unconscious by the front right tire. Above the tire was a dent in the fender about the size of Katie's head. A man, with blood dripping from his abdomen in what looked to be several places and cuts to his arms, was reaching down to grab her.

John immediately reached for the gun in his coat and fired three rounds into the side of the man's head. The man fell to the ground and John raced over to his fallen child. He checked to see that she still had a pulse and was about to pick her up when the man that who attacked her grabbed John and threw him back into the motel room. John landed almost in the middle of the room and then slid across the carpet until his head hit the wall next to the bathroom door. The last thing he remembered before everything went black was watching the obviously possessed man walk into the room and close the door.